Skylar Botany Downs Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d craft her a violin—strings o’ gold, yeh? Play her a tune, all raspy and raw. “A glorious institution!”—hah, that’s whores for ya! Not all prim, not all filth—jus’ alive, kickin’, screamin’. Drives me mad, happy, wild—my precious! What d’ya reckon, eh? Whores got stories, mate, better’n any flick!

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But then, just as I was getting into it, my phone buzzed. It was my boss. Ugh. He wanted me to cover a last-minute shift at the office. I was like, “Dude, I’m in the middle of a flash mob!” But he didn’t care. So, I had to bail on the dance party. Major bummer.

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